I am Najmeh, a girl from the very soul of the fragrance of the orange blossoms and aged alleys of Shiraz.
When I arrived in Tehran with a heart full of dreams, my life was not much: a father who spoke more to shadows than to us, a mother who grew older and more burdened everyday by the agony of losing loved ones, and a sister, Narges, who had left for the capital years ago to forge a better tomorrow. The cold atmosphere of our home and my father’s disappearance amidst smoke and cravings led me to follow Narges’s path. I took my little box of paints to the new city, hoping to lighten my burden by painting on a canvas amidst all the confusion.
Finally, in the hustle and bustle of Tehran, somewhere between wax and flames, I found myself little by little.
Now I make candles that are not merely for lighting rooms. They craft moments, inspire good moods, and their pleasant scents linger as cherished memories.
Each candle bears a piece of my spirit mingled with colors, scents, and dreams.
And I am still dreaming…
I dream of the day my candles will shine in the window of a renowned French boutique, right next to a French perfume and perhaps one of my paintings.
I dream of the days when my father will no longer talk to the shadows amidst smoke and cravings. I shall bring so much light to my father’s life that the shadows will vanish. The dream of the beautiful hands of women like my mother, now imbued with wax and perfume. And I dream of the movie that Narges is going to make.
To me, these are not just dreams. They are a light still remained bright in the core of darkness.
